
Our
visits to the laundromat were, for me, the most boring, least
satisfying events of the week. Though the place was hot, it left me
cold. I could find no pleasure from the humdrum of clothes going round and
round and the snapping of shirt buttons against metal cylinders.
And since everybody to listened to everybody, our conversations were
reduced to “Dear, do you have another dime?” Or “Honey, will
you please get more change from the change machine?” At first I brought
reading material, but the distractions—machine doors closing,
people pushing baskets and folding clothes, portable radios and boom
boxes, and a babel of conversations—made it impossible to
concentrate on the textbooks I was then having to reading. So, I took
to reading the newspapers and magazines lying around instead.
“I need another diversion,” I told my wife one day, and when I opened a magazine, I got an idea. The magazine contained quality articles, reviews, cartoons, and poetry. “While our clothes are washing today, I will write,” I told my wife.” And I did. I wrote a poem. And when I got home, I sent it off to that same magazine.
“I need another diversion,” I told my wife one day, and when I opened a magazine, I got an idea. The magazine contained quality articles, reviews, cartoons, and poetry. “While our clothes are washing today, I will write,” I told my wife.” And I did. I wrote a poem. And when I got home, I sent it off to that same magazine.
I
nearly forgot about it, but a few weeks later, an envelope came from
the publisher of the magazine, and in it was a check for a hundred
dollars, which was most of a week’s pay. It covered our laundromat
and coffee bills next door for several months.
I
went to the journals section of a local library recently, and
searched through the 1974 issues for my poem, and there it was. And
after almost forty years, it was still familiar. I wondered what I
was thinking that day in the laundromat when I decided my path out of
boredom was to write. In retrospect, it seems a mere caprice. But it worked. As
the saying goes, “Where there’s a whim, there’s a way.”
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